[narration:]

Tired and submissive

Lying down on the black altar

She waits passive and anguished

A frost silence glides into the assembly

[priest reflection:]

Only my invocation resounds in the heads of the followers

[priest with the crowd:]

- Glory to you Ounis

- Praise be to Ounis

[the priest:]

- So her blood may quench your thirst

- So her meat may appease your hunger

- For you we'll eat the red crown

- For you we'll lick the green crown

[priest with the crowd:]

- Glory to you Ounis

- Praise be to Ounis

[narration:]

The blade penetrates deeply in the young flesh

All together copulate with the bloody wounds

[the priest:]

Here's the theatre of our dreams

- This is the beauty of absurdity

[priest with the crowd:]